the blue spruce

just a crack of light exposed the doorway inside another world among grandfather trees was this a dreaming coincidence awakening where such a strange light peaks out emanating or was this an odd star reflecting the moon whatever the case I peaked inside a tree to see voices whispered from these barked beauties sounds of a stream were running from inside I heard a hammer pinging off in the distance laughter and music playing sweet and true maidens singing in unison of a land being reborn my guess was these were gnomes of some kind precious little tiny people having a social wang dang doodle I rubbed my eyes and ears to try and wipe away this illusion but the light just shown brighter from this mossy tree I peeled a little bark back to get a better view and sure enough they smiled right up at me politely they didn't seem to care that I was much bigger I'm sure they knew how to leave at the blink of my eye or as fast as a falling star appears and fades away they would throw magic dust and simply be gone so I enjoyed their company and watched their ways living so care free and exploding with pure joy living like the trees that were their homes I felt like a big ogre compared to their miniature ways but I did have a mandolin with me so I played they jumped out of the crack dancing with one hand waving free as I played they placed glowing shrooms at my feet I paused and ate one because it looked like a treat as the song continued they leaped and danced all around me the sky opened up and filled with reds purples blues and greens my strings became golden rods of energy shooting brilliant light beams their laughing ears trembling and their faces smiling massive grins we felt so alive and immune to troubles other worlds from here as we progressed the night morphed into a quieter peaceful zone the night dreams appeared before our eyes coloring new homes so they gently returned to the tree from where they were born I shook my tired head and wondered how in this beautiful world the light dimmed along with their voices sealing cracks in the tree I slipped back to my tent and recalled the nights events all through the tiny view from this ancient blue spruce